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Shopping Trip

7/14/2017

This command is almost impossible to obey. The others are easy. I eagerly kneel, lick, swallow for him. But to describe a trip to his office, panty-less, in a dress on a windy day – how do I write about it and do it justice?

I could describe the crystal clear jolt of feeling that shoots up from my pussy into my stomach as I read his text. The deep breaths I have to take to get oxygen into my light-headed brain as I reply. Or, describe the anticipation that drives my legs into action to get ready.

Midtown.

The tourists are out in force today. Perhaps the group of college guys striding down the sidewalk, cell phones in one hand and balls in the other, can smell it on me. Hunger. He makes me so damn hungry.

I don’t approach the door to his building. I wait across the street. I am to be his secret distraction today. I don’t mind. He knows that, too.

He comes to the door, opens it and waits. I am summoned without a glance or a word. He closes it behind me and tells me where to go. I do. I am shaking as I sit at his desk. My thighs are wet.

He stands before me, the front of his pants bulging. He lets me touch him through the straining fabric. Amazing.

He lifts my skirt to look. He likes that I am easily accessible, as he told me to be. He sits. He doesn’t have to tell me to kneel. I lick him slowly. He tells me to do it like the slut I am. I pump quickly with my mouth, deep enough to gag, but I don’t stop. A slut doesn’t stop.

He takes me from behind as I bend over his chair. I am dripping, but he is a rock that stretches me with a mix of sweet pain and heat. He knows I haven’t been fucked in a while. I haven’t – not like this. Maybe I never have.

I am kneeling on the floor again. He sits in his chair and strokes. I wait. I know what is going to happen and I want it. If only to hear his breath as he coats my face. The sound is even better when it actually reaches my ears.

After he has finished admiring his work, he hands me the towel I brought with me. I am allowed to wipe my eyes, but the rest of my face remains damp. I gather my things and he escorts me outside. We go in different directions. He likes that I am going home with his cum drying on my face. I like it so much that I don’t go home. I go shopping on Fifth Avenue instead.

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You Naughty Naughty Girl

7/14/2017

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Sounds like you know how to have fun!

7/14/2017

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you have found your place in the world

7/14/2017

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Sounds like a Day I would enjoy

7/15/2017

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Great story. Just enough to get you hard, yet, enough mystery to make you want all the sexy, dirty details.
I hope you will write about your shopping trip

7/15/2017

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I like it. amazing story

7/15/2017

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You are what wet dreams are made of!

7/20/2017